Vaseline
She leaned forward, her voice low, conspiring.
“When I was a little girl,
I ate Vaseline.
I loved the smooth oiliness of it,
and the smell of a hundred million years ago.
“Later when I grew up and read
about oil workers coating their lips
with the jelly surrounding the pump piston
“I remembered the taste of it.
Thick and rich and soothing between
tongue and palate. Coating away any leftover bitterness.”
She leaned back, her lips
glistening, and
smiled.
(c) 2007 Laura Packer

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